"It's called age," he said. Then a moment later. "Haven't changed your mind, have you?" He bit his lower lip but then right away released it. He was waiting for my answer.
And because there was nothing I could think of saying to him but still felt the need to say something, anything, "Let's not say goodbye, not just yet."
"Everything in my life was merely prologue until now, merely delay, merely pastime, merely waste of time until I came to know you"
"Some people may be brokenhearted not because they've been hurt but because they've never found someone who mattered enough to hurt them"
"And may I ask you what you're doing later?"
Bold, I thought.
"You mean tonight? Nothing."
"Doesn't someone like you have a friend, a partner, someone special?"
"Someone like me?" Were we really going to repeat last Sunday's conversation?
"I mean young, sparkling, clearly fascinating, to say nothing of very handsome."
"There is no one," I said then looked away.
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